Post by Katia Reese on Jan 22, 2008 20:29:37 GMT -5
Her eyes laid onto the rickety building called the Hogs Head. The door opened and a ghastly stench filled Katia's nose. She tried her hardest not to puke as a short woman covered in shawls walked past her who seemed to be mumbling incantations under her breath. Katia wrinkled her noise and walked into the Hogs Head which was seemingly empty. Not much of a shock why. A goat passed by Katia and ran outside. Exhaling deeply, she looked at the bar and saw a man cleaning the bar with a cloth but his eyes were on her. Ignoring his curious look, she walked over to him and sat down on a stool. She placed her elbows on the table and put her head into her hands. "A Firewhisky. Now," She ordered. The man put the cloth under the counter but did not move from his spot. "Ya look a little underage there, missy," He said grumpily, crossing his arms. Pathetic male. Won't take orders from a beautiful girl like myself. "I am eighteen, get it through your thick head. If you want to take this any further, you can take it up with my father Ryan Reese. Either you get me my d*mn firewhisky, or this cute little pub will be demolished," She said, half-laughing. The man at first looked like he was going to stand his ground, but he then turned around and picked up a bottle. He turned around and placed it in Katia's reach. "That'll be three Sickles, m'darling," He said, putting his hand out. All Katia did was smirk before replying, "Who said I was only drinking one bottle?" She took the cap off of the bottle and without hesitation, let the liquid fill her mouth. When her mouth was full, she swallowed it down and placed the bottle on the table, looking at the man. "Don't look at me with those filthy eyes," She snarled, still smirking. The man narrowed his eyes before taking out a cloth and moved away from her, cleaning a spot on the counter.
After an hour, Katia had gone through three bottles and she wasn't drunk. She was a bit tipsy though. A few more people had came into the pub and they thought watching Katia yell at the owner for another firewhisky was entertainment. And lucky them. Another show was about to start. "Phil, where is my firewhisky?" She yelled, banging her fist on the counter. Her third bottle was finished and was placed against the other two finished bottles. Phil, the owner, rolled his eyes and walked over to Katia, another bottle of Firewhisky in his hands. "Ms. Reese, here is your desire," He said mockingly before laughing. Katia glared at him, not getting what he said. She opened the fourth bottle and took her first drink from it. As that happened, the door once again opened and a proper looking man walked inside. Suit, brushed hair and briefcase in hand. He walked over to the counter and took a seat next to Katia. "The usual Phil," He said, his voice very low. Phil nodded and brought over a glass filled with a fizzling green liquid. As the man raised the glass to his mouth, he noticed the young girl sitting next to him. His eyes widened at the sight of the girl, who was quite pretty. And she looked drunk. Don't be fooled by the mans appearance, he was a jerk. A pervert. And Katia was going to be one of his victims.
The man continued to watch Katia as she drunk at a rapid pace. As she finished a quarter of her bottle, he decided it was time to make move. "What is a beautiful girl like yourself doing in a place like this?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Katia turned to him and noticed the look she was getting. "Trying to hide from disgusting jerks like yourself. Guess I didn't do a wonderful job then, eh?" She said, turning away from him. A snort was heard from Phil who was listening to them. The man was not going to give up so easily. "Baby, come on. You know I ain't bad. C'mon," He said, placing a hand on her shoulder. And now Katia wasn't happy. No disrespecting low life male got to touch her. Letting go of her bottle, she grabbed his hand and with much force, ripped it off of her shoulder and slammed it onto the table and growled, "Don't you ever f*cking touch me!". The man was now mothering his hand which was bright red while Katia stepped off the stool and started walking. With good reflexes, the man turned around and grabbed Katia with the hand that was not hurt. "You aren't going anywhere, cutie," He hissed, gripping harder. With his strength and her tipsy, she knew she wasn't going to get out of this anytime soon.
The man got off of the stool, still gripping Katia very tightly. "This is harassment, you know," She said, staring coldly at him. With a quick tug, she was closer to him. "I don't care," He whispered before kissing her head softly. He looked around the pub and found a nice, dark corner that they could go to. He pulled her over to the corner and threw her up against the wall. He pressed his chest against hers and as soon as she tried to whack him with both hands, he grabbed her wrists and pushed them into the wall. "Sexual harassment. Do you know who you are dealing with?" She asked, trying to move. Pressing his cheeks against hers, he whispered in her ear, "Do you?" He kissed her cheek many times and then moved to her lips. "No...stop it!" She said, trying to push away. He let go of her left hand and placed it in her hair, ruffling it softly. He started kissing her neck and she tried to push him off with her free hand. "Stop it!" She said, but the man placed a finger on her lip, indicating her to be quiet. "Shh, shh, it's going to be alright," He said taking his finger off her mouth and patting her hair gently. He continued on with kissing her on her cheek. "No! Stop it! Get the f*ck off of me!" She yelled, trying to move her body but his was pressed hard against hers and he now had both of her hands pinned against the wall. "Get off of me!" She yelled fearfully. Her eyes were starting to water as the man kiss her collarbone. "Stop it!" She yelled again, a tear falling from her eye and rolling down her cheek.[/ul][/size][/font]
